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[regionseizer]

[ These days, he's become more than used to sleeping in places other than his own bed. Other than the change in music - which he's pretty much used to by now - this morning seems no different from the others as he wakes in his usual seat at Lenalee's bedside. He lifts his head from its resting place atop his arms and yawns, scrubbing the sleep from

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[my_shackles]

[ A half-awake Lenalee was already amusing her conscious half quietly by twirling his hair gently through numb fingers, so the sudden song jumps her. Luckily most of the words went missed and she drowsily and weakly sings back. ]

Guten Morgen.

[regionseizer]

[ Have a very, very, half-hearted wave as he tries to figure out what the hell just happened to his voice. ]

[my_shackles]

[ She tugs on the lock that she has managed to salvage gently, feeling a curious desire to see his face. ]

[regionseizer]

[ Can you say completely whipped? He looks up in curiosity, one hand wrapping itself about her wrist of its own accord. ]

[distilleria]

[Sora, by the way, has been buried under a little pile of blankets in a corner of the room (he's also unwilling to leave Lenalee's bedside if he can help it), this entire time. If you thought he was asleep: he wasn't.

Currently he is peeking out through a bit of space between two of the blankets. He's never seen behavior like this, so he doesn't understand it.]

[regionseizer]

[ Never mind that he's back to being a dude.

Gilbert is utterly mortified. ]

[distilleria]

[Do you even know how much you're confusing Sora lately, Gilbert :| ]

[regionseizer]

[ He is completely oblivious, actually. ]